The night was loud, a theft within the dark,That tried to steal the ground beneath my feet.
It left a cold and heavy, bitter mark,
And made my own reflection feel defeat.
But he could never touch the soul inside,The sacred space where light refuses death.
I refuse to let my spirit hide,
Or give the past control of every breath.I take my body back, it is my own,
A temple built of resilience and grace.The worst is past, the ugly storm has blown,
And I am stepping into my own space.